1398 Demon Flames Filling Up the Sky (1/2)
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
”Does she really think she's a god, just because she orchestrated the Calamity of the Ancient Capital? She didn't even destroy the Ancient Capital!” the Cold Prince cursed furiously. ”I'm the strongest Red Cardinal! The whole world will soon understand I'm the one in charge of their lives!”
The Cold Prince was going crazy. He stared at the Great Wall that was stopping the plague of undeath from spreading. If the Wall wasn't there, the North Valley would be littered with corpses and crawling with vengeful spirits by now. It would prove his dominance, as he believed he would do a better job than Salan. Not a single person would be left alive in the North Valley!
If Salan could massacre millions of people, he would massacre ten million of them!
”You are all going to die with her!” The Cold Prince's robe was covered in human faces, which began to react abnormally.
The faces were clearly just decorations, yet they had suddenly come alive, bearing expressions of pain, hatred, anger, sorrow, and despair...
Each face was the reaction of someone that had undergone great torture.
When a person lost their calm, they could turn into an irrational beast at any second.
These faces on the Cold Prince's robe were the same. They were displaying utter disgust toward the world, and a great passion to destroy everything!
”Die!” The Cold Prince's robe began to drift in the wind.
The twisted faces on it turned into phantoms and surged in the direction of Northguard Fortress, like a wall of smog.
Piercing screeches and ghastly cries echoed in the dark sky. These phantoms of pain were not under the restrictions of the Realm of the Heavens, as they were weightless.
They flew to Northguard Fortress, and every time they entered the body of a Battlemage, their targets would immediately contort in pain, as if their wills and determination were being crushed by someone else's hatred, leading to the utter destruction of their Spiritual World!
Even though the painful memories did not belong to them, they felt extremely real, as if they had gone through them personally. Cries of agony rose across Northguard Fortress. Countless Battlemages were corrupted by the pain. Some that lost their will even jumped down from the Great Wall.
The undead that were stacking up under the wall immediately lunged at those that had jumped down. Not a single piece of their remains was left!
”No, don't kill my tribesmen, spare their lives, please let them go, my daughter Qiqige...” a Battlemage screamed, as if he was troubled by a nightmare.
He kept moving backward until he reached the edge of the wall. Zhao Manyan quickly ran over to drag him back when he was about to fall into the abyss of undead.
”Let me die, let me die, please don't hurt them, don't hurt them!” The Battlemage had completely lost his mind. He kept murmuring words similar to the old herdsman.
Zhao Manyan and Lingling stared at the Battlemage in disbelief. It took them a moment to recover from the shock.
They had seen the old herdsman's wild behavior. They would even assume the Battlemage was actually the old herdsman if he did not have a young face.
”What's going on here? Is he possessed by the old herdsman's spirit? But the old herdsman isn't even dead!” Zhao Manyan said.
The pain was spreading among the defenders of Northguard Fortress like a wild plague. They seemed to have inherited painful memories that someone would never forget for the rest of their lives. They were experiencing the despair that the person had suffered from the memories.
”Does this mean the evil faith is real?” Lingling wondered.
”What evil faith?” Zhao Manyan asked with a confused look.
”There were rumors that some ancient deities would obtain their power through the respect and worship of certain tribes. The higher the number of worshipers and the more sincere they were, the greater the power the deities would obtain. As a matter of fact, the ancient Totem Beasts were the same in some ways. On the other hand, when hatred, anger, and fear reach a certain level, it will produce an evil power that strengthens the evil gods. The stronger the emotions, the greater the power that the evil gods receive!” Lingling explained.
”Does it have anything to do with a curse?” Zhao Manyan said.
”Sort of, positive faith is similar to blessings, while evil faith is like curses. It's just hard to imagine that someone could really accumulate this vague evil faith and turn it into power!” Lingling said.
”There's no way to kill or resist these tormenting spirits. What are we even supposed to do?” Ye Hong was utterly confused too.
Those with stronger cultivation among them could still resist the tormenting spirits, but the other Mages were clearly in danger. A huge group of their allies had lost their minds in a short amount of time. They were already jumping off the wall to kill themselves, instead of being killed by the people of the Black Vatican.
”We have to find the host of the evil faith… I believe that person is most likely the Cold Prince,” Lingling deduced.